In my last year of high school, I
was captivated by the book called The
Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick. It was the story of a little
boy who lost his father in a fire. He was taken in by his drunk uncle to be his
apprentice at the train station changing clocks. The young boy’s dream is to
fix the automaton and figure out the message his father has left for him. The
book is filled with illustrations and short chapters that leave you unable to
put the book down.
When
I heard the rumors about they were turning the book into a movie, it was
bittersweet. The book had left me dreaming and I had entered the world of
clocks with Hugo; would the movie ruin my vision?
Martin
Scorsese seemed to have the same vision I did, if not better. While watching
the movie, I had no other option but to feel the emotions of the war veteran
who was twiterpated by the florist or the anger and pain of the orphan boy who
lost his father’s last treasure. All the way down to the film scores, I felt
like I was in Paris.
The
cast and crews attention to detail is what brought this story to life. I was
not the only one who noticed the beauty of this movie. Hugo was nominated for
11 Oscars. It won Art Direction, Cinematography, Sound Editing, Sound Mixing,
and Visual Effects.
I suggest that anyone should go see this film. It is simply beautiful.
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